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From half its length the darting snake streamed red rain.
I heard a Atletico Nacional Dresy sigh from Ruth; wrested my gaze from the hollow; turned. She lay fainting in Drake’s arms.
Beside the two the swathed woman stood, looking out upon that slaughter, calm and still, shrouded with an unearthly tranquillity — viewing it, it came to me, with eyes impersonal, cold, indifferent as the untroubled stars which look down upon hurricane and earthquake in this world of ours.
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The Smiting Thing rocked toward us, the metal tentacle straining out like a rigid, racing serpent, flying to cut between its weird mistress and those who menaced her.
I heard Chiu-Ming scream; saw him throw up his hands, cover his eyes — run straight upon the pikes!
“Chiu-Ming!” I shouted. “Chiu-Ming! This way!”
I ran toward him. Before I had gone five paces Ventnor flashed by me, revolver spitting. I saw a spear thrown. It struck the Chinaman squarely in the breast. He tottered — fell upon his knees.
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Ventnor was at Chiu-Ming’s head; I dropped beside him. There was a crimson froth upon his lips.
“I thought that Shin-Je was about to slay us,” he whispered. “Fear blinded me.”
His head dropped; his body quivered, lay still.
We arose, looked about us dazedly. At the side of the crevice stood the woman, her gaze resting upon Drake, his arms about Ruth, her headlinks:
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